A Xmas tune to check out if you're a bit tired of the standards.

Perfect background music when consuming copious amounts of Yuletide booze this afternoon into this evening.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays...celebrate whatever it is you celebrate, but make sure you have a good ass time while doing so. Be safe.

Peace and Much Love.

"Maybe I'm just a helpless Hiphop romantic."

It came late in the fourth quarter but just like another Chi Town legend, Common messed around and took over the game. With a simplistic approach of raw beats and sharp, precise lyricism, the Hiphop legend stayed true to the culture he loves and easily dropped the album of the year.









Now if you can't feel that, perhaps you should light some candles, run a bubble bath and pop some Drake in.

Peace.

Heavy D.

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It was 2005 and I was living in Los Angeles when Heavy D came into the Blockbuster Video I worked at. I can't be sure if it was simply the crew's immunity to seeing celebrities or that it was way past Heavy's time to have customer service representatives doting on him. Whatever the case was, only two out of the seven of us on the clock were truly excited to be in the presence of this legendary figure in HipHop and all around stage performance. The majority of the crew seemed more intrigued by the fact that Halle Berry was sitting in the passenger seat of his shiny black Escalade, waiting for him out in the parking lot. Yes, Heavy was rolling with Halle.

The man was as nice as any celebrity, or for that matter any customer that I came across in my eleven months there, could possibly be. I was always entertained by Heavy, especially by the fact that in his prime he was not a small man but ripped a stage like no one before or after him. He had a combination of rapping and dancing that was uniquely his own. But after seeing him in person, his down to earth demeanor combined with a nonchalant approach to buying out the store and what we could come to find out was his courting of Ms. Berry, he won me over for eternity. He was simply the man from there on out.

Not even a month ago I tuned into the BET HipHop Awards to see what the kids are into these days. I wasn't impressed by much of anything other then a slimmed down Heavy D straight up showing these youngsters how to command a stage. On that night I tweeted "If Heavy D isn't trending, he should be".

I'm sure he'll be trending tonight, unfortunately it's for the worst of reasons.

Dwight Arrington Myers

May 24th, 1967 - November 8th, 2011

Have we lost our way?

In the last week I've watched as the state of Georgia executed a possibly innocent man, read about a fourteen year old boy that took his own life because of bullying, sat disgusted as the crowd at the Republican Debate booed a soldier and just recently had to sit here and just shake my head after reading about a hockey fan that tossed a banana at a Flyers player.

What the hell is going on out there? It's gotten to the point where I'm actually considering quitting my attempts to stay up on the news because I'm quite certain every time I check into one of my sites or turn to one of my channels, I'm going to be bombarded with ugly stories of my fellow man.

I'm not perfect, not even close. But I know in my heart that I try to stick to common sense values when it comes to this group that call ourselves humans. I respect someone, regardless of skin color or sexual orientation. I respect someone even more if they're also an active solider stationed in Iraq, fighting for the very freedoms that allow me to write this blog and those people at that debate to sit there and jeer him.

Regardless of your political affiliation or feelings on the death penalty or the messages in some archaic book, there comes a time where you have to look inward and think to yourself that we are all granted a very short time on this rock. Let's at least try to be nice to one another, it's simple, it's what our parents should have taught us in grade school. If this came off preachy, so be it. Sometimes I must vent through the written word. Peace to all and good luck.

House of 1,000 Costumes

My wife and I decorated our house for Halloween a week ago, but since today is officially the last day of summer and gravestones are starting to pop up in other families' front yards besides ours, I think it's socially acceptable now to make this post.

Every year Jamie and I can't help ourselves, it's one of the many lovely elements about our relationship. Our mutual appreciation for not only Autumn but the magic of All Hallow's Eve. I'll never forget our first trip to Spirit together to find some decorations for our new apartment. I was a bit nervous that my own fondness for the macabre wouldn't jive with hers, since all I knew about women and this particular holiday was twofold, my mother's choice of decor (smiling scarecrows) and the unspoken competition between young ladies on who could sex up an otherwise non-sexy character or occupation the most.

To my surprise Jamie was not only going to accept disgusting ghouls and mutilated zombies around the apartment as the norm, but was going to pick out the most disturbing things herself. Most notably the large hook and severed head connected to a giant chain, that is hung across our living room as I type this. Of course with the season comes the costumes and since our first Halloween together we've tried to something fun an unique as a duo, this year will be no different as we go back in time and break out a classic monster movie couple. Until then check out our past endeavors...

2006

Beetlejuice and Lydia

Too bad we came out of the gate with this ensemble because I'm afraid we may never top it. Not only did Jamie do my makeup perfectly (complete with real moss) and we payed major attention to detail (Lydia's old school camera) but we embodied the characters themselves perfectly.

2007

Mario and Princess Toadstool

I'll always remember this because of Jamie's insistence on having the dark hair instead of blonde and being referred to as "Toadstool" instead of "Peach". Major cool points awarded for that decision since I'm a man of tradition and Princess Peach is some newb shit.

2008

No parties. :(

2009

Freddy vs. Jason

Our return to dressing up after an off year was a lazy one for us. Not that I didn't enjoy seeing my wife as the cutest Freddy Kruger ever, I just think this one lacked our usual zest. Especially me, with my beard hanging out of my dollar store hockey mask and borrowed overalls, which I don't believe Jason Voorhees ever actually wore.

2010

Ghostbusters + The Devil's Rejects

After a couple of slow outings, a few parties last year gave us a chance for a double header and Jamie a real chance to flex her makeup muscles on me.The first time around we went nice and friendly, with Stay Puft and the little known fifth Ghostbuster. The second time, we went downright nasty as two members of the notorious "Firefly Family", Baby and Captain Spaulding. Jamie wasn't as excited as me at first to get into the garb of a homicidal maniac but eased into her role quite nicely as the night progressed, as you can see here...

Stay tuned and happy hauntings...

Ten years ago today.

Ten years ago today we witnessed a great tragedy, the details of which have been exhausted ever since. I personally changed on this day more so than most people probably realized, even my closest of friends. I evolved in almost an instant from a 19 year old kid who could care less, to the prototype version of the almost 30 year old man I am today. Watching those scenes unfold on that day, watching the familiar story play out live on television had a profound impact on me. I became more aware. More aware of our government, more aware of the religions we throw our faith into and most importantly more aware of our country, of us. Americans.

Ten years later I don't want to see the attack from space. I don't want to look at "never before scene" photos or hear "brand new stories" from the eyewitnesses. Frankly, the images are etched into my conscience and will be until I take them into the grave with me. It's probably a bit hypocritical for me to even make this post, but I truly feel like today is a day for remembrance, but a quiet remembrance. A quiet reflection.

A reflection on the victims and the selfless heroes. A reflection on who we were personally, on who we were as a people and most importantly who we are now.

Irene.

Friday, August 26th 2011 - 5:00 PM

-Our survival kit-

Not a drop of rain had fallen yet but half the bag of Hot Fries and a few choice blue chips were down for the count. *Note my nifty 35$ lantern.

Friday, August 26th 2011 - 9:00 PM

-Heck, throw in the the nachos-

My wife and I got together with a few friends at our friendly neighborhood Applebee's for some half priced appetizers. Taking in the spirit of possible widespread destruction and terror, we ordered one of everything. The nachos were especially tasty.

Saturday, August 27th 2011 - 6:00 PM

-Doo doo doo, looking out our front door-

The calm before the storm. Nothing to be heard at this point except the persistent babbling of news reporters.

Saturday, August 28th 2011 - 7:30 PM

-Cocktails, dinner and final preparations are made-

While Jamie cooked up a delicious Eggplant Parm, I prepared cocktails and began to get my buzz on.

Later while Jamie made sensical moves that the news informed us to make, such as filling things with water in case we were out of power for an extended period of time...I made us a fort on the living room floor and started boarding up windows, channeling Mel Gibson in Signs. Problem was we only had one broken closet door and large piece of white something that I pillaged from our basement. In a house full of windows, two were now somewhat boarded up. I felt .002% safer.

Saturday, August 28th 2011 - 10:00 PM

-Live from the underground-

After losing power right in the midst of meteorologists seemingly playing a game of "guess where the next tornado warning will be for!" I made the executive decision to move our sleepover with Irene down to the basement of our home.

Sunday August 28th, 2011 - 4:00 AM

-Insomniac theater-

Jamie fell asleep a few minutes after that last video was taken leaving me alone with my thoughts, in a pitch black basement. I can never be sure if the hullabaloo coming from above us at this ungodly hour was truly as terrifying as I now remember it (it was the peak of the storm) or it was just the combined effect of the rum, lack of sleep, nine different candle scents at once and no air conditioner. Regretfully I have no photo or video to encapsulate this time due to the fact that I needed my bearings in case I had to perform a swift ninja maneuver. However if you were awake like me you know that this was indeed the crescendo of the shit show.

Sunday August 28th, 2011 - 6:00 AM

-Worst is over & I'd like a grilled cheese sandwich-

Sunday August 28th, 2011 - 11:00 AM

-Surveying the wreckage-

*Our backyard, I'm tired just looking at it.

and finally...

*The mystery branch in front of Mario's (I'm going with the aliens dropped it there during the storm just to mess with us)

Sunday August 28th, 2011 - 12:00 PM

-Margaret Red Shutters-

Sunday August 28th, 5:00 PM

-Ending the day at a Ghost Town-

My how the the mighty have fallen.

Last night the Showcase of the Immortals became the Showcase of the Chumps.

A few thoughts on Biggie.

It was on this tragic day back in 1997 when we lost the Notorious B.I.G. Any true school rap fan still misses Biggie in some way. We can listen to his timeless music and talk about how he supplied the formula for the modern day "hustler/rapper", how he used his charisma and talent to not only become the highest selling artist in the game at the time but also the most respected amongst the "real hiphop" community of that era. We can speak on his feud with Tupac or his hand in the success of Bad Boy Records and bringing New York hiphop back to the forefront.

But when I reflect on Big nowadays I can't help but to think that above all else this was a kid. He was twenty four years old when his life was taken from him in a senseless act of gun violence. Twenty four, five years younger than I am now.

While it's only right to celebrate what he accomplished in the all too short time he was with us, it's still extremely heartbreaking to imagine what he would have done in these past fourteen years. How he would have evolved as a lyricist, how he would have adapted musically and changed the direction of hiphop as he grew. He was one of the very few rap artists in history that people followed, the culture shifted and conformed around what he did. And while it's nice to claim he is "the greatest rapper of all time", his legacy may have truthfully been surpassed by some, most notably the heir to his throne Jay-Z. But that's only because he's not here to compete. He just simply did not have the time.

I personally submerged myself into hiphop from a very early age and I can say without any doubt that something in the fabric of the music and style of the culture changed dramatically after Biggie died. We can never be truly sure if it was because he passed that this incorporeal sea change occurred but the more time goes on, the more we can feel pretty certain that things would be a bit different if Big Poppa was still around.

Christopher Wallace
"The Notorious B.I.G."
May 21, 1972 - March 9, 1997

Red Skull.

WOW.

Happy Birthday Dave.

Get ready...

Our Wedding Day: The Highlight Reel

I couldn't begin to properly describe the magical, surreal wonder of May 1st, 2010 in blog form. To do the day justice I would need to write with the quill pen of William Shakespeare's ghost on a mystical scroll retrieved from the waters of some enchanted lake.

However in an effort to give you a glimpse into the day I present a highlight reel done by my very best of men, Jay Garrison. Watch it soon, the powers that be over at Youtube may decide to take it down because of some faulty use of The Temper Trap's beautiful song "Sweet Disposition". Hope you enjoy...

What a day.

The Grammys were wrong for this one...

A glaring omission from the In Memoriam part last night.

Keith Edward Elam
GURU
July 17th, 1961 - April 19th, 2010

It's Kind of a Funny Story

See this movie, like yesterday.

5 years ago today...

...the girl that would become my life and I "made it official".



What a wonderful adventure it's been so far.

...and the nerds owned the night.

Sure the other night was all about the game, sports fans everywhere enjoyed themselves along with the jocks and meat heads of the world that reveled in all of their saturated fat glory. But there was something else going on that evening, something a bit below the artificial grass. The nerds were winning.

Take the best commercial of the night (and possibly the best Superbowl commercial ever)...the Darth Vader Kid. Sure it was aired in an abbreviated form during the actual game, but the original, a minute long opera that's better than the last three Star Wars films combined, has been watched an astounding 16 million times since it hit youtube. In a night filled with overblown attacks on the senses rather then commercials, this simple use of the Imperial March and a pint-sized Vader trying his darnedest to use the Force until Dad makes a little bit of magic happen is winning hearts everywhere, and for good reason. Here it is in case you missed it....



Plus it accomplished what an ad should accomplish, my next car may be a Volkswagen.

Then there were the trailers. So many extraterrestrials and superheros, so little time. First up was the TV spot for Cowboys and Aliens...



This movie has no choice but to kick a whole lotta ass. Just look at the title....COWBOYS AND ALIENS. Seriously though, show me a guy that doesn't want to witness cowboys shoot the fair one with aliens.

Next it was Marvel's turn to deliver, and in my humble opinion they did so with a swift shield shot to the thunder gods if you know what I'm saying.

Back in the mid nineties, I vividly remember a two inch by two inch box on one of the last pages of an issue of Wizard magazine. It mentioned a Spider-Man or X-Men movie possibly in the works. I lost sleep over those simple words on a page for a month because back then that's all we got. Nerds these days are living in a much different universe.

But the highlight for me personally was watching a double ax handle by my favorite of all creative geniuses, the one and only Mr. Steven Spielberg. He produced both of these upcoming projects...

First up, something that looks like it could possibly be the next LOST...except this time we're sure to get Dinosaurs and not a smoke monster...



And finally, surely a throw back to the wondrous Amblin days of the filmmaker, a movie coming out this summer directed by this generation's answer to early Spielberg, J.J. Abrams...

There has never been a trailer that has gotten me this excited for a movie by showing so little. Every frame of these 32 seconds transcended the screen and became more then just a preview. Sprinkled with the Cocoon theme and sparkling with a hint of Close Encounters, The Goonies, Stand by Me, E.T., etc....there's some kind of intangible Spielberg/Abrams wizardry happening here, but whatever it is...it was an unexpected cherry on top of totally nerdtastic Sunday night sundae.

Just because I came across them...

CLASSICS.

Small thoughts on the big game.

Come Sunday families all over will be jammed together on couches and recliners, guzzling cold beers and softly elbowing each other for the last of the dip. Fathers will be lusting over Fergie at halftime, Moms and Sisters will be pretending they're into the game, Grandmothers will probably be wondering which teams are playing. I'll be looking forward to the Captain America trailer, and so forth and so on.

Being a guy that really isn't into football in any respectable capacity I could check all the hoopla on Super Bowl Sunday off as overblown mass hysteria, but I feel like that would be not so manly of me and ultimately Un-American. That's a term I hate hearing and never speak but in this rare occasion it's called for. As Americans this particular Sunday is a true day of worship. Every element that is woven into the fabric of this country is intensified: sports, eating, drinking, consumerism. It's all fine tuned into a surge of noise and colors, coated with a fine gloss and delivered to us out of hi-def flat screen televisions in almost every living room across the country.

This is all something I undeniably get caught up in myself, sort of. Sure I know which teams are playing and have a basic understanding of the game but I'd be lying if I said my Wife and I didn't look more forward to the commercials. It's maybe a bit sacrilegious to say but we are a couple that on most Sundays throughout Fall and Winter are catching a movie, or walking around the mall or a museum. On more than one occasion we've been taking a relaxing stroll around Smithville on any given game day during the season and I see women toting their husbands around, he'll be wearing Eagles gear and surely checking his watch every couple of minutes to see if it's close to 4 because there's a late game on. Of course I'm not knocking this type of behavior, most of my closest friends and family members are avid sports fans, but I could only imagine this level of dependency on the sport to be a bit like perpetually clenching your butt cheeks together in an attempt to hold in a fart. But I digress.

This Sunday is a day for every warm blooded American that knows how to work a remote controller to eat, drink and watch football.

Side note: I do miss the Bud Bowl.

Everything you need to know in life, learn from The Karate Kid.

And no not the bitch ass new one.

"We do big things." - President Obama

While I truly feel passionate about the issues, I really don't feel up to breaking down the State of the Union address in detail. Also I do genuinely want to keep this blog as free of politics as I possibly can, that being said I feel compelled to say a little something on the rare night that a President's speech bumps out whatever bunkum is usually on the big channels and Joe Schmo sits on his Dorito stained couch, in a flyover state somewhere, and acts like he gives a damn the other 364 days of the year.

I must start off by saying I remember back in high school the teachers would assign us to tune into the event and take notes on it. Back then I was somewhat of a lackadaisical jackass, to put it mildly, and couldn't care less about what some schmuck in a suit and tie was babbling about to other more wrinkly schmucks sitting and standing, sitting and standing, clapping, booing. It didn't belong to my tiny little universe I created for myself so I discarded it as nothing more then a fancier version of a worksheet.

The first one I tuned into on my own accord was Bush's after 9/11. I wanted him to assure me that even if Cobra was waiting in my walk in closet that he, along with the greatest military in the world, were going to make a very bad day for evil doers everywhere. Of course that shtick wore off in a year for me and roughly 6 or 7 years later for the more impressionable, scared people all across the country, but I digress.

Tonight was about looking forward, and if we are just going to "discuss the music" as MSNBC'S perpetually genius Chris Matthews says, and "not the lyrics" then I must say (and early reports show that most others are saying) that this speech tonight was a huge success for not one particular party but America.

It was the first genuinely "cool" President, a younger guy in good shape, that has Jay-Z in his ipod, bigging up Google and Facebook and envisioning a country where a fireman could get the dimensions of a burning building on his cell. President Obama dished out a storyline tonight that threw it back to the "glory days" of this country, a time when big thinkers did "big things" and weaved it together with a true visionary's take on the future. A future with high speed railways, better teachers, affordable health care and a Government that is streamlined and makes sense.

Tonight we saw the obvious grand gestures of decency in the fact that members from both parties sat together and dialed down the booing and growling. And also caught little moments, like a sincerely touched John Boehner when Obama mentioned that he started out as a boy sweeping the floor of his old man's bar. Boehner, a man I loathe on most days, a man that I feel sometimes cries for no other reason then to draw sympathy, actually appeared legitimately human for the first time tonight, outside of having the skin complexion of the Human Torch of course.

Perhaps it's with help from a great tragedy but Barack Obama seems to be slowly bringing people together, it shows in the recent surge of his approval ratings. In the face this country's huge struggles and a right wing destined to disagree at every turn and see him fail, he was never folded in his attempt to be a leader that must rise above the negativity.

In the end, after all the talk of civility in the face of recent events and a new approach to bipartisan politics, the official Republican response was by someone almost as dull as Bobby Jindal, who disappeared after the last State of the Union quicker then you can say "voodoo witch doctor" and another response by bat shit crazy Tea Bagger queen Michele Bachmann, who just today enlightened everyone on the fact that the founding fathers had a hand in ending slavery. I shit you not. My three year old God Son is literally smarter than these people. Both "responses" weren't responses at all, but predictable attacks on the President and not an alternative idea on a single issue. Needless to say things were already back to normal as soon as Obama wrapped things up.

President Obama stated that America is a country that "does big things", Americans are people that do big things. I agree. So why not we give our President the platform to do the same. Tonight he gave us the blueprint, let's see if we're smart enough to build.

My late and slightly incomplete year in film.

In the past I've been able to comfortably do a traditional top ten at the end of the year, however in 2010 I haven't quite been to the multiplex enough to really warrant something like that in my mind. There's a whole gang of notable films that I've managed to miss that probably would have made their way into a best of list. In any event, because the Oscar nominations came out today and we're already a month into 2011, I feel compelled to at least do something, so without further ado here is my late and slightly incomplete year in film. Enjoy!

The best movies you've probably not seen.


Monsters - An independent science fiction epic that was shot for about hundred bucks or something like that, but looks like a billion. A tale that shows us love can come in any shape, form or fashion and in the end we are all just lost souls looking for one another, no matter human or really big octopus type alien creature.

Devil - If you told me M.Night Shyamalan is a once great filmmaker that has fallen from grace quicker then the construction workers in The Happening, I probably wouldn't debate. And judging from the universal opinion that his big film from this past year The Last Airbender was about as entertaining as watching someones puke dry on the bottom of your brand new boots, it's easy to say his 2010 wasn't a great one. Not so fast. He came up with the story for this raw and scary sleeper and let another filmmaker write the screenplay and direct. Enter volume one of The Night Chronicles. More Sixth Sense then Airbender, I could assure you. Peep it if you've slept.

The Kids are All Right - After this snags a few Oscars more people will take note but I can let you in on it right now, this could possibly be the best picture of the year, and probably is in my book. A funny and emotional trip with a progressive and challenging, more modern day take on a nuclear family. A simple story with complex performances, anchored by a career defining one in Annette Bening.

The best movie we can all probably agree on.


Toy Story 3 - Seriously though who hasn't loved this ten year plus saga of our favorite inanimate (or in this case very animated) childhood companions? If this is indeed the last installment, it'll make Buzz and Woody's adventure one of the most entertaining trilogies the film world has ever seen. It's as good as the first two and perhaps the most genuinely moving film of the year. Maybe it's crazy to admit because of the technology involved but the creator's of this movie have managed to make it the most heartfelt and soulful film and are able to effortlessly span it from one generation to the next, without any real human beings in it. A true testament to the combination of art and storytelling at its very best.

The rest of the best.


The Fighter - Sure we've seen this type of thing before but when it's well done, there's no denying its impact. A gritty yet beautiful movie in all aspects led by an insanely brilliant display of acting by Christian Bale.

Cyrus - A weird, hilarious movie centered around the off beat chemistry of Jonah Hill and John C. Reilly. So well made you don't know whether you want to laugh, cry or yell at the screen.

Kick-Ass - Pure, adrenaline filled piece of pop culture. A bloody good time.

Leaves of Grass - Not really sure when and if this was actually released, but it could perhaps be the greatest straight to DVD movie ever made. It's a mystifying notion to me that Edward Norton's performance as twin brothers in this is going to go unnoticed this awards season. Do what you can to check this one out, Norton's role alone makes it well worth it.

Guilty Pleasures


The Book of Eli - Sure the plot of this one seems like it was written by me circa 1993, not a good thing. But I can't help to admit that I loved seeing Denzel go out of his comfort zone of being cool ass Denzel, to being cool ass Denzel living in a post-apocalyptic wasteland taking goon after goon out with a Katana blade. Gary Oldman hoots and hollers about wanting the magic Bible or something and Mila Kunis somehow gets mixed up in the whole ordeal, this movie kinda sucks real bad, but I like it.

The Wolfman - Fortunately I watched the unrated version of this OnDemand, because we all know the more brutal be-headings by a wolfman the better. To me it had fine acting, great effects and a strong plot, it even manages to be a bit scary at times. To most critics and movie goers it missed the mark, perhaps I'm a sucker for a good monster movie, so shoot me. Without a silver bullet preferably.

Why did these suck?


I ask that question because it truly is baffling to me what exactly went wrong with these three films. All three have a great premise and a great cast, it's just in the end the final product never came together in the way it should have. Iron Man 2 had more of a How to Make an American Quilt vibe then carrying over the energy and storytelling of the first one. Splice seemed to be going okay until they actually had the hero of the film lustfully have sex with the monster, I don't care if I'm giving anything away here, never watch it because it's more disturbing then it sounds. And The Expendables should have been the manliest, most kick ass movie ever made but ended up being a truly dreadful experience. Let down, let down, let down.

Don't believe the hype.


Inception - I considered dedicating a whole post to why this film just isn't that good, but I decided in the day and age when something could insist upon itself with such a strong fervor, I would ultimately come off as a hater in the minds of the fall in line mass. So I'll keep it short and sweet. I could admit because of the sheer audacity of the whole thing, in the middle of a weak summer it could manage to be a stand out. What I can't understand is how people have claimed that this is the best movie of the year, best movie of the decade, and so on. And now with best picture nod, I am truly confused. Did I miss something here or was this not a bunch of halfhearted, drone like performances making the most of the buildings folding around them? Not a single remarkable character, classic line, challenging scene, hint of soul in the whole thing. Just pointless heavy handed scene, after heavy handed scene...amounting to nothing but I dunno, nothing.

Black Swan - Darren Aronofsky has managed to make movies about drug addiction and professional wrestling both depressing and grimy, this I understand. But to take beautiful actresses, put them in a movie about ballerinas and make the audience feel like they need a laugh and a shower when the credits roll is actually quite a feat. Sans Portman's performance there is really nothing to this film except the usual bleakness and cynical character studies that come with the territory.

The must see before Oscar day list.



While there's still a handful of movies I haven't seen yet, some out of pure curiosity (The Karate Kid, Predators, A-Team, etc) the ones above are four that I kind of need to see before the Academy Awards air. It just wouldn't feel right if I didn't and obviously any of the above lists could change when I do.


So there you have it. Kind of a weak year in cinema if you ask me. Not surprisingly though, I remember reading through an Entertainment Weekly preview issue back in 09 and thinking the year ahead didn't really get my juices flowing all that much. This coming year may or may not be different, it definitely looks like there might be a renaissance of superhero movies, which is always fun. So until then, keep watching movies. I'll see you around with a bucket of popcorn and some jujubes.

Peace.